Inezgane Wrecking District

April 16, 2015

In the morning I walked through the wrecking yards in Inezgane. Its like a market made up of different car parts and metal scrap. I saw people covered in oil, bent over old engines, and old men stacking and oiling pieces of metal for some future customer who hope will one day point and say “that’s just the part I’m looking for.” Near by is a field where people without jobs spread out blankets and try to earn a living selling all manner of junk. I smiled and everywhere was greeted with a friendly “Salamaleico.” The first time I walked through, I felt self-conscious about taking pictures. I didn’t want to be that asshole tourist making a safari out of peoples lives in the slums. Afterwards I regretted not getting any pictures of such an interesting place, and decided to make a morning trip before I left town.